Hell's day to-morrow and I am all out of *** To help me sleep Maybe I will be up all night waiting for Death's sweet embrace because I know that the Reaper will bring me peace
I drank the last of the *** last night. UPDATE: Found some *****
She is the canvas of the night sky That has the stars painted onto her She sparkles with billions of lights Of ***** of burning gases And she makes it look beautiful Like the stars aren't burning ***** Of gas that can eat Planets entirely in one bite
I'm running on Bacardi Drinking like a slob at this party My heart reaches for her hand But only on the bottle does it land I pour another cup of drink And into a mattress I sink Thinking just of her As the world around me blurs My heart twists and turns While my esophagus burns My face goes numb And now I am drunk